"He that is faithful in that which is least is faithful also in much..." Luke 16:10

Friday, October 30, 2015

My Two White Hair

I have a white hair; two of them in fact. I've had them for awhile, actually, and I'm kinda proud of them! At this point, they want to hide under all my other hair and no one gets the benefit of seeing them but me. Recently, I was messing with my hair, trying different hairstyles, just for fun, to see if I couldn't show them off somehow. Then, last night when I was getting ready to go away, lo and behold! the one on the left was laying there, all nice and silvery and exposed, so I carefully left it that way. But I don't think anyone noticed the poor little thing. At any rate, they didn't give it the publicity it deserved.

By now you're all wondering if, at worst, I've lost my mind? Or if, at best, this is some kind of a joke?

I'm totally serious. I'm proud of those two little white hairs; I wouldn't pull them out for anything! Come to think of it, I think I can explain why.

As far back as I can remember, my mom had white hair. I can remember when she had some black hair, but I can't remember her having no white hair. My dad, on the other hand, had no white hair for years. As you can imagine, whether joking or serious, they heard lots of comments on that fact. Was he younger than her? Did he do something to his hair? Obviously mom was doing all the work or all the worrying or taking all the responsibility or something!

I remember the big deal daddy would make about every white hair that, finally, showed up on his head. "Don't pull that thing out!" "Don't cover it up!" "Make sure you don't cut that one!" Finally, he would get some credit for his years of labour, now that the white hair were showing up. He was proud of every new one that made it's appearance.

It makes me laugh when I think of it now, but I suppose that has something to do with my view of white hair. I never could understand why people want to pull them out or cover them up or go to the bother of dying them black again. Maybe it's because I always thought my mom's white hair were beautiful or maybe daddy's little jokes really did make me believe finding the first white hair was an experience to be anticipated.

Whatever the case, to me, white hair are a badge of honor to be carried with pride and that's just what I plan to do with the two white ones on my head.....whether anyone else can see them yet or not!

Love your perspective. I started finding gray hair before I was 30. Ed told me that he didn't want me fussing over them so I've let them live in peace. And I can truly say that turning gray hasn't bothered me. Though I don't relish it. My hair is light-colored so I don't think they show up too badly, at least at first. Now one whole section of my hair on the right side is gray but with the way I part my hair, much of it is hidden. I don't really try to hide the gray; it is just the way my hair lays down well. But neither am I trying to find hair styles to show them off!Gina

Hmmm... Bethany! this is refreshing and kind! Yes, this post, like most of your others I would want to comment on, but don't near always get it done. So keep writing! I'm looking forward to the next one! And thanks for the warm circles around my heart! :) ... Elva

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